Vagula Blandula

When you imagine
Someone watching you,
It’s vaguely someone

Who is one of you,
Even though you know
You’re mostly in view

Of machinery
You built to watch you,
Since you can’t all watch

Each you all the time.
Still, you imagine
Your machinery

Itself as like you,
Vaguely one of you,
Vaguely approving

Or disapproving
Of what you’re doing
As it watches you.